Anglesey to Dunleary- packoras, mountains and fog

On arrival in Anglesey, Oshan and Leon immediately entered the zone and smashed up an incredible lunch of pakoras, scrambled eggs and hot buttered toast to feed the ravenous krew. We acquainted ourselves with our new surroundings and krewmembers; the cockpit was filled with legs and strings and omming. Before long a group of Bahá’ís and friends arrived for a unity feast and the boat was filled to the gunnels with lovely people. We sang and talked and laughed and managed to feed everyone using every plate and dish on board. That night Oshan slept on deck to awake to a swaying sky filled with stars.

The following day stated slowly. For the wonderful Leon, this was his last morning. He had been a fully fantastic member of the krew, allowing himself to become immersed in the rhythm of the ship, within the resonance of the krew and within the music created. We sang a final goodbye song and he sped off to catch a train to Inverness. The boat again became filled up with sweet visitors; 4 Chinese students, 2 welsh farmers, an assemblage of Bahai’s, and some French kids. There was great excitement, photos where taken, prayer flags where raised, Oshan did a French mime demonstration, and all where shown around the boat. When everyone was satisfied, the krew were then shifted out and piled in the back of a van to the loving and glorious Penny’s house, where we were due to play music for neighbours in her beautiful village nestled in the north Wales mountains. She fed the krew on a super delicious meal which contained no lentils, glory. We played incredible music to an incredible collection of; old hippies, first language welsh speakers, sweet Bahai’s, young families, and miscellaneous un-classifiables. New krew member Luke: sweet melodies, sturdy like oak, tiny drum, managed to find his way to us through the wilds of North Wales. The rhythmical Rayyan taught us a rap in Persian: Sandali, sandali, all I seem to hear is sandali/ sandali, dast e to bishur/ sandali, boos be deh/ sandali, chai mikhai?. (Sandali means chair in Farsi). Penny and the ever-sweet Georgina did an incredible job of looking after the krew, we were all given beds with sheets and duvets, and endless foods nibbles and drinks.

The next morning we ate a delicious breakfast under the shadow of Snowdon and then gathered our possessions and were driven through beautiful mountains, woodlands and valleys to get to our next engagement; a gig at a little local food and crafts fair in a permaculture community centre; Hendra Hall. This was our first performance on a stage. When we started there where no mics or amplification but as the performance went on, we gradually became magically plugged in and mic’d up. The music was well received. After our gig we perused the stalls selling local arts and foods, and got stocked up with delicious things, including all the ingredients for a BBQ. The krew and friends of the krew jumped into cars and drove to a beach which had a panoramic view of mighty mountains including Snowdonia. The heat was outrageous, maybe a taster of how it will be in the south seas…swimming, eating, chatting, cooking, singing…you know the score. On the beach we said goodbye to Poppy and Pablo, gorgeous souls, it had been a humongous pleasure to have them both on board, we would miss poppy’s sawing vocals and Pablo’s fantastic mandolin…fair well.

We were then transported back to the boat. Some of the krew were fully whacked, over worked, proper weary, thankful of a night off and went straight to bed. The next day was a mellow day, we fixed bits of the boat, did admin, shopping and stuff. The kitchen was scrubbed. Oshan and Darragh hitch hiked off to Bangor and got lifts with Rod Stewart’s one time manager and Prince William and Kate Middleton’s chef and then got pictures taken with the Olympic flame as it came through Bangor. The rest of the krew followed later and we had a music session in the small house of Amy and Omid, filled to the ceiling with fantastic people. We were driven home by the eternally generous Mike and Danielle who were total saints the whole time we were in Anglesey; bringing people to the Winny, transporting the krew around and arranging places where we could meet souls who were interested in our vision. Thank you thank you and thank you to all the other people in north Wales that aided us to have such a fruitful stay.

We left Wales in thick fog at 5am. As we raised sail in rocky seas we caught a last glance of Anglesey, a dramatic rocky headland illuminated in gold through the mist, passed us, and then we were away into the open sea, headed for Ireland. Winds dropped and we had to motor most of the way. Drama erupted as our GPS navigation machine stopped working in the fog in a heavy shipping route in a complex nautical landscape, Oshan and paddy quickly adapted to archaic methods of navigation and plotted a course using Winny’s charts. We dodged sandbanks and massive ships and found our way safely to Dun Loaghaire (Dunleary) marina, close to Dublin. Soon after we arrived guests started to appear on the ship, Darragh’s beautiful mum, Mahvash, helped the ship’s cooks conceive a meal that didn’t contain lentils. We cooked a feast to feed all our wondrous/ferocious limpets. An evening of gentle song and music ensued as the red sun fell slowly in to the horizon.

Today the krew has various plans explore Dublin, to busk, and to visit local aristocrats, later on we have an evening of music at a friends house… love from us!

sounds of the cave

hear are some bits of music from the voyage.. more will follow. soon inshalla

the ‘sound of the voyage’ in fingles cave

http://soundcloud.com/big-ocean-music/the-sound-of-winnys-voyage-in

a Gaelic blessing

http://soundcloud.com/big-ocean-music/a-blessing-from-mulls-gaelic

 

Ballycastle to Anglesey-sun, mystysism and kippers at sundown

Hail hail, salty joy, sun and wind, whistles and mandolins, weary warmth, forcasts of gails, wails (Wales), new arrivals. Greetings from Holyhead, holy island, Anglesey, where the wind whistles in the rigging and the krew relax and learn new songs after an over night sail. (listen to this http://soundcloud.com/big-ocean-music/wind-in-anglesea-from-the for the full experience)

The last of our words reached you in ballycastle, just befor we went to the Corrymeela centre (insert link) to be fed and to play some of the volunteers there a merry tune. The next day we left the marina at 5am to catch the tide that would whisk us down the Irish sea. We motored out in to a glorious sunrise and chugged passed ragged cliffs and beautiful secluded coves. en route we stopped off at Glenarm to visit the graves of the Captins pairents; Jane and Michel Villiers-Stuart, Michel was the previous custodian of the Winny   The wind picked up later and we finished the passage under sail in the sunshine moving joyfully closer to bangor. Safely in the mariner the Winny became filled up with visitors and new friends, until the merry crowed spilled over onto the shore, singing and exploring spiritual realities. Later in the evening some of the krew went to a bombfire on the beach with new friends met that day and had  sweet time discussing Jesus with some evangelicals and making beautiful music.

Poppy: heavenly voice, sharp harmony’s, ships beauty, arrived the next day. the krew kept themselves gently busy in on way or another. It was the night for mystics that evening, this is an important night in the Baha’i calendar. It celebrates an evening when Mullah Husain looking for the Loved One in a state of anxiety and stress, magically found the Great Soul who foretold the coming of Baha’u’alla (the profit for Baha’is) in a full night of glorious mystical bliss. So Baha’is are envited to partake in an evening of joyfull mystical exploration. The krew and friends of the krew, first went to a Baha’i holyday celebration where in we all belted out sweet music and song and then ate delicious food and where welcomed by deep loving hearts in to this sweet community. We had to leave this house les we desterbed the nabors, so a collection of lovers sped to another house to meditate, drink coffee, chant beautfull music, recite tablets and mystical verse…joy. Later, as the sun was rising, we walked back along the sea fount to the Winny and to sweet peaceful slumber.

However, after this joyful evening, we could not slumber for long. Booked in for the next day was a visit to a school. This is a part of the voyage in which we are visiting various schools, youth groups and children’s classes to tell them out the vyage and the vision of one planet one people. Each school makes a small treasure chest (usually about the size of a shoue box), which containes messages, bits of art or what ever and is gifted to the next school. The schools are also sowen  vidio made of the lat school tt was visited, so tat they can get an understanding of where the chest has come from.

That day we visited an amazing Steiner school. When we arrived the class we where visiting were just about to do a birthday jam for one of the class members, this consists f al the students brandishing instruments and making up a song for the birthday boy or girl. We had a great time getting to know the pupils and there school, we taught them a song, thy taught us a song. When we left the kids where eating there packed lunches and the teacher was playing her flute to herself at the back of the class.

We had a final Northern Irish devotional in Belfast befor diving back to the boat to rest up for a early departure the next day. We motered out of bangor at 7am weary but glowing from  a full and sintelationg experience given to us by many wonderuss people.

We dropped anckor in a beautifull sandy bay in The Isle of Man to wate for the tides. Quickly it emerged that much of the krews knowledge of the Isle of Man was flawed and bcause we could not go on wikipedia we had to row ashore on an anthroplogical information-gathering mission. The island is very beautiful, it is not only full of men, they have there own government, they are refered to as Manx, there are 90000 inhabitants, Jeremy Clarkson lives there, as do many other rich folk and poshies because it is a tax haven. We went t buy ice creams, because it was a sunny day, the ice cream man was a clown and did many tricks on us. Some of the krew was hankering for meat so fish and new potatoes where bought. we walked back to the beach and cooked them up as the sun fell in to a glassy sea. There was just enough time to play some tunes before heading back to the ship through tick glowing phosphoresance in order to leave at midnight to catch the tides down to Anglesey.

The krew was arainged in to three pairs and took turns to to take watch as Winny surged through the night. Passed the isle of man full ail was raised and the engine was cut off in the early dawn. Whilst Captin Gazza and Darrragh where o watch a stowaway was found,  little wren had made it’s way to us in the middle of the irish sea. It found various perches to rest out of the wind and every now andagain would fy out in toth sea, as if it had had enough, but wold always find its way back again.

find the wee bird

We flew in to Anglesey on glorious winds and in bright sunshine, ful of song and Winny shanties. On aproch to the mareena two glorious, strutting, flamboyant figures where sighted dancing along the walkways; Oshan: reserdent holyman, player of a thosand instruments, speakr of a thousand languages, eternal sillyness, and Pablo: joyfull wide eyes, the Mexican panther, met us to catch moring ropes and to tie Winny to shore.

updates of our time in north wales will follow shortly. Love.

Sailing into the light

our dear friend Tim “the dancer” Rubidge has sent us an incredibly beautiful poem. thank you Tim

– a recollection from Tigh na Caora.

The evening was fresh from a sou’ westerly
And sheets just pegged out on the line
Were billowing to the horizon.
Air rushing in from across the loch
Fast dried the fibre of the cotton,
And whoever next
Had this linen on their bed
Would also be sleeping
With this wind.

I sat down on the plank of a bench,
Back against the cottage wall,
Looking out onto the sea’s marvellous evening.
And recalled the walk the four of us
Had taken on Ulva the day before.
How we had stood on high ground
In the middle of the afternoon,
Having turned at Craichaic
To retrace our steps back to the ferry.

In shared silence we caught sight of Winny under full sail.
Small, confident, her prow dipping and lifting,
Opening up a distance from the landfall of Inch Kenneth
In broad choppy water, sailing south.

We watched and watched,
Murmuring occasional words of wonder and joy.
This boat, this gallant craft and crew,
Had set sail for the Holy Land.
Taking in piers and moorings,
Will anchor in safe havens
In these southern Inner Hebrides,
In Ulster, the West Country,
Sail the full reach to cross the Bay of Biscay,
To turn the corner to Lisbon,
Turn again into the Mediterranean,
To find Sardinia, Sicily, Malta and Crete,
To the Med’s far end at Haifa.

But for now progress is here
Below us on this first sea crossing.
We drink in all that there is,
And it mixes with all that we know of preparations
And departures.
All that brought this idea
– the vision and the passion –
To this moment.
As hearts sing, a changing sky
Shifts light out there on the water,
As the sea itself reflects this tipping moment,
And the gathering of the next.

Winny was ploughing on and growing smaller.
Sometimes light, sometimes in shade.
And sometimes we noticed how she was hardly there at all.
Somehow transcendent, celestial.
Pure as particle physics:
Sailing between embodyment
And a formation of waves.

Ulver Ferry to Ballycastle- adverture, monks, and icy seas

Ahoy there.

We reach you from fair Ballycastle in the north of Ireland where the sun shines warmly in the sheltered marina. It is nice to feel some heat after a few days of bitter winds and icy rain showers(the coldest weather captain Gazza has felt in all his days on sea).

So, last words cam whilst we where storm bound upon mull, shacked up in a cottage to weather out a furious gale that lasted a day and postponed our departure. However, it was perfect chance to for the crew to recouperate after, for some, a furiously buisy few weeks that had led up to the day of  departure. that was sunday 13th. on the monday we set sail from ulver ferry in the sunny after noon to fresh winds and a lumpy ocian, flew to the island of Erraid just off mull close to iona. presnt on board where; captin garry: confusing orders, strong coffie, floot, extatic tendencies. steevy boy day: electrics and digital things, eternal youth, hendrixical guitar flicking, Mat Green: engins, oil, bautifull fiddle tones, lover of engerneering, industry, steam, and big machines, Fair Lulu Rosie: Local Knowledge, path finder, fantastic breakfasts, sturdy lassy, 1st mate Paddy: complex unnesosary knots, king of the ‘one pot dinner’, deep riffing.

we put down the ankor in the west coasts most beautifull moorage; the tinkers hole on Erraid with just enough time for a quick dinner befor walking across the island for our first gig. this was played to the inhabitants of a little new age communty of fantastic gardeners and sweet souls and a sweet gig it was. we where escorted back from the community to the winny on there little old wooden dingy, through the winy hebredeean twilight, past old volcanic rock formations, over a lumpy sea.. joy.

the next day we put Fair Lulu Rosie ashore on errid befour seting sail in fresh winds for the crinnin canal. the sun shone and the breaze was cold. we shot down the sound of mull reaching speeds of 9knots and floated in to the first lock of the cannal in the early evening, tied up for the night, ate a ‘one pot wonder’, played a beautifull tune…

the krew had to learn about cannals, quickly. in the first lock, with the inexperienced paddy on the wheel, we experienced much drama; one of the mooring ropes came undone and winny was left floundering in the inside of a lock which began to feel much like a deep watery grave. afer many near colissions and much shouting from the captin we managed to get secured to land. through out the day all became masters of the cannal in there own ways. we tied up that night at lochgillpeid

our first attempt to leave the sanctuary of the cannal w as partly sucsessfull, 45 minnits out from shore the engin cut out.so we had to sail back on light winds whilst garry and Mat the Mechanic looked at the hot and steamy machien. back at shore we spent much of a wet day tinkering with our motor and found that the tap that held the cooing water in the system was open, aha. second attempt at leaving was more sucsessfull. we motered down loch fyne to the sanctuary of east Loch Tarbet to fill up on diesel. whilst fillig up, paddy and Mat went exploring and found an old steam powered ship.  mat gushed pure joy as he was invited to look in the engine room.

we were awoken the next morning at 4.30am by a Danish man telling us that we had slipped a rope (a reoccurring theme?) and that fishing boats where going to bash in to us as they passed. we had planned to make an early start anyway so we set straight off into a bitter cold damp windy dawn. out to sea we set full sail and surged onwards towards holy island. a perticuarlty strong gust of wind snaped  bit of rope that held the end of the main sail on to the boom. moderate chaos ensued. the main sail began to flap wildy, garry and steve fought to tie on a new piece of rope as paddy kept the boat headed in to the wind and great waves crashed over the bow. all was made fast (tied on) and we set off on our way again. enroute to holy island we stopped off to pick up a new member of krew. Lofy Leon: onionus clothing to keep out the cold, arial expert, saxiliccious,  was picked up by the dinggy off a peer and rowed bck through the wild and windy sea. once anchored off holy island the captin cooked up the krew a delicious and butter soaked breakfast of potato scones scramblled eggs and fried bagels with cheese and tomatoes, a well needed feast.

after breakfast the krew rode into holy island to descover the score. the island is home to a budist center full of beautifull soles. we arived at lunch time and played the inhbitance a song as they ate (holy island, holy water, give me to drink, give me to drink...) they loved it. we were envited to eat with them and met many incedibly georgeous beings (paddy became full to the brim with joy and love). they told us to come back in the evening to play them more tunes. after lunch we  went to play music in the cave of St. Molasses, the patron saint of ginger bread, then returned to the boat to put leon up the mast and for a nap befor the nights events…back on the island we played to the holy islanders in their accousticly amasing and super beautifull meditation hall. we sang and played music and the resonance was delightfull to the max. after the gig we were given tea, bags of provissions, leon got some more layers, we were given smiles and warmth and super open hearts and instant loving connections. the krew made there way back to the boat gently buzzing and filled with joy. thankyou holy island people.

so, now we find our selves in balycaste after another sweet sail. last night, fresh eddition Darragh: photographs, dry northern irish whitt, incredible onepiece sailing suit, joined the ship. we had a delightful dinner with his pairents and where the visited by the violin and mouthorgan wheelding Les Gornell who inspired irish jigging and extatic blues.

the presance of others in to the ship seemed to make one accutely awair of the grubbieness that was developing. so today we spent the day scrubbing and tidying and washing and mending bits and pieces, Leon went back up the mast to fix electrics. tonght we go to be fed and to play music at Corymella, a center that has been championing unity beween catholics and protistants for years.

from hear we will sail down the east coast of island visiting various folk befor shooting across to the isle of man and then on to anglesea…

untill next time..extatic joy

Winny song line begins in earnest- the story so far…

Garrys Diary

1 May: Shopping for things Rosie and myself all good  jacket/food/incidentals.  Mounting excitement.  In the evening  going through old charts remembering those  journeys when I was young and my parents were old…  now it’s the other way around .  I am old and the children are young.  But many of the charts are still fit for purpose…  with assistance of GPS etc only a few gaps need to be filled   Pit of my stomach tell of tensions.. so many things to go right… so many things to go wrong

2:May   Hectic morning then Were off . early morning had become mid morning becomes just before lunch.  So many things to do..  so much last minute things arranging charts . dozed in the car… must be accumulated tensions… too late for Dunsrtafanage so drop in on Annie and Roger… they too are older in face and movement….. lots to speak about… see garden.. mend fuel leek in Landover… then were off again up into sunshine and highland country

Fish and curry on Oban main street…  then it Balvica on an amazing warm night… have tea with Pat of Kirsty on Winnies amazingly messy cockpit… and then bed.

3 May: what a day, what an early morning mediation… what a moment of attracting blessings asking for blessings.. Vick on wiring, me on painting Brendon arrives and gets on with sewage tank… he brings mattresses they are horrible… decide to get it covered…(if possible) sun beautiful hot.. boatyard crack as we left it… Irish Brian, interesting john,  French Marc  and other characters, … in the afternoon  Brendon and I paint hull Brendon goes for paint perfection. Vick get transponder going on computer but not on chart plotter. We eat supper watching ship and Mull ferry make their way represented on charts

4 May:  Another full on day:  Buffing up the top sides… getting ready for painting…. Brendon and Vick perfectionists… want pure beauty  for painting…. It goes against my mediocre  grain… but I try and up my game but against my gain. Vick trying to get all the new navigational equipment to speak with each other Lee the force 4  technical expert is not coming up  with the goods… but at the end of the day Vic tweeks a mode of operation and there is some communication… not as good as we wished but progress.. Brendon full on with lack water tanks and  fiber glassing the coach roofs… weather perfect cold but sunny… towards the end of the day we repainting the top sides… not perfect but passible

5 May: Full on  day  wiring, water tank, mast, after cabin, glazing the dog house, at the end of the day we put second coat on top side… we are moving forward . put on the antifoul, had   to mix the order both tins  were miraculously  nearly the same  colour..  SeaGo and toll station (tool station £20 cheaper! ) Everyone still full on… mike checked that we were ready for Monday launch. Kirsty was launched  looks so good on that evening sunlight had a meal  and music with Pat and Andy great…

6 May: Another totally hectic full on day  everything is taking longer that expected… but we are inching forward.  Sunshine still

7 May: Launch day…  miraculously the flexi water tank arrives, and the binoculars    … Winny is total tip .. Vick on gas alarm,  the weather begins to  turn… grey, wind, rain…. Chain is put on deck… the mast arrives and is stepped, we get rigging secured… then its on with jobs… we are defiantly behind hand… later in the afternoon when  Mike and Stephen come to lift us in the hoist… things are definitely at sixes and sevens… mad scramble to get everything that should be on bard, to tidy up  underneath boat..  Clare decks… boom on and all  fill up fuel tanks……. As we trundle toward the slip Vik and I bleed engine…it raining its windy and its all untogether… Winny is in the water… we keep bleeding.. no bubbles… the engine seems to be bled… turn engine over… nothing… not fuel in the injector… we try many times… not an anything….  Engine is not going to work… Whinnies reliable Misery compounded!!!  We are pulled out to our mooring on a rope… Brendon leaves… Vik and I try again… bleed fine fuel pure …. It must be the injector pump…. Dark clouds on our mental horizon… this is big the heart of the engine is not working… it will take a while to fix….. is the whole launch off……!!!!!! Tim arrives… its still raining its dark I am wondering feeling disconsolate. He is given a lift with his cousin…. I tell him the news .. we go back to the boat its damp… the miracle of approach to the lauch has evaporated

 

8May: System is shocked…  head ache… chain of events that lead to this is  reflected on… it tell of weakness  and poor decision making….my life options…  is this a sign.. is  the whole project off. Consultation with Mike… have a few numbers… and wondering around in a dazed way.. reception is not working I walk towards the  boat house trying a mechanical wizard who lives on Luing…I see Mike he is carrying something…. Try this he says… he is holding a possibly compatible injection pump. It could be a miracle…. Its still sunny…We go to Winny… Vik puts on his overall gets out Winny spanners and starts dismantling the old pump….it comes off bit by bit….. and eventually  many hours later the new pump is in… we bleed there are no bubbles… its well after midnight… we turn the engine… it burst into life….. hallelaja!… the possibility of having an on-board mechanic, a pump  that fits and all the bits to make it work to go with it  is massively unlikely….. it is truly a miracle. We sleep deeply…..

9 May… sunny… we start the engine to make sure we were not dreaming….. it fires into healthy life…. Bliss… but suddenly we realise… not charge… Vik takes off his mechanical overalls and put on his electrical suit…., is it the wiring.. is it the alternator….. After lots of investigation it seems to be the alternator… I speed off to Oban with the old one in search of a replacement….One motor factor shakes his head… its an old type…. The next motor factor looks for the alternator number…. No close he shows me a thick book  of possibilities…no clues…. In the chandlery I am getting things… I chance to talk about the alternator… he says try Dunstafanage…. I motor out….. meet a mechanic says try the belt counter in the smart chandlery…. Low and behold it an alternator that looks approximate….. Back to Winny fit alternator…. Fire engine hopeful…. … nothing… back to the starting line…. Vik decides to talk to Irish Brian whose boat is near by… he says get Alisters number from Mike and give him a bell …he’s  good… We go ashore…. I get number from  Morag… no reception   I phone any way…miracle   the man himself answers… He and Vik have a long conversation… could the starter motor be wired up differently?   Off back to the boat… rewire the alternator….its well past midnight.

We fire up engine sort out electrical shorting system…short across…… lo 30 amps charge….. Miracle number 3… there is still lots to  do making  good porthole with sicaflex… mast where it goes into deck…lighting systems…  Tim rows Vik  ashore

10 may:  by 2 pm we are ship shape and ready for our first passage. Consult tide timetables. We can sail from  3pm onwards…  we decide to get up at 5    finish the last bits a pieces, dingy on deck, life raft stepped on.

We slip our mooring at 5.25am  early morning light and clouds… gusting flurries of winds blows through the rigging. We motor past Brian’s boat, he  pokes his head out of his cabin to  give us a friendly wave  off it’s a lovely gesture.

For me and the Winny it’s a massive moment… against all probabilities we have started our pilgrimage journey in sufficient  time to meet all commitments at Ulva Ferry and all our plans for the send off….

We shoot through Cuan sound at over 10knots… mountain skyline of Mull opens out with all its shapely beauty… seas flat… wind gusting 5 from the North East.

Mainsail up jib unfurled, engine off…. Were sailing down the south  of coast of Mull  touching 7 knots with following breeze… it freezing cold but exhilarating…. Tim and I are in a state of dazed delight. GPS and chart plotter are working…..  we are making such good progress. We carry the wind until Erraid.. it drops… we donk through Iona sound and on to Ulva ferry…. Arriving at 3.15. and pick up Ian Morrisons Staff mooring.

Rosie Sarah and mark arrive… plus masses of gear… we bring Winny alongside…. And load. Then its the short motor to Winnies mooring…. We light the fire and snug up for the night… its bitterly cold but we are here and we are well fed and  go to sleep with a deep happiness……

11 May We get things together  Guy and Ness arrive… cottage for a meal… back to the boat Rosie and I quiet after all the manic business….Cold and windy

12 May:  Incredibly still and sunny day….. Rosie goes to pick up Paddy Olive and Mat from the ferry. All safe and  breakfast on board .. Oran and Frayer walk down from the cottage. Big moment… Frayer gets on board…… with  ensign  flag pole… Oran  fixes it on puts it on and we hoist the  United Nations flag…. Its another good moment … We are hailed from the shore by the cottagers… Winny goes along side on a peerless sunny and blue sky day… we form a circle on Ulva Ferry pier and dance the voyage as we sing the sky boat song… then its onto Winny and out to Staffa…. 13 on board. Fantastic atmosphere …. We are met by the Fionnphort rib….with some of the Mull galic choir.

In to Fingals cave…. Incredible and  wonderful hum flute, Gallic singing,  waves, prayers, sunlight sparkling…  echoes…. What a moment of spiritual intensity as we invoked all that is good to support Winies  voyage…….The atmosphere continued out of the cave back to the cottage and into a devotional wonderment in which we sang the entire journey with exquisite rhythms and voice and atmosphere….. what a grace filled send off………. Pure bliss ecstasy wonderment and bliss…..

 

 

(sounds and sights to arrive soon)